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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 ******************* REMOVED: 14 JAN 84 *********************
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3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator
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4 ************************************************************
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5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION
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6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM.
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7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privatly owned
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8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public.
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9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is
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10 privatly owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which
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11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be
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12 periodically purged of older messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved)
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13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the
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14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the
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15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace
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16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up.
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17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system.
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18 ***********************************************************
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19
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20 Rory sat as he had been sitting for -- how long? He stroked his long red
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21 beard. He had been clean-shaven when he left the inn. How long had he been here?
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22 He rolled his practice chanter in his hands, and ran his fingers lightly over
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23 the holes in its length.
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24 ---HOW?? ---He had come here with nothing!!
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25
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26 The unseen piper winded his pipes, then a strange melody arose. Rory started,
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27 made as if to raise from the ground, then relaxed.
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28 This was not just a melody, this was the canntaireachd, a translation of the
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29 human voice to the inhuman tones of the pipes. Nine holes peirced the walls of
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30 the chanter, the poirtion of the pipes the piper fingered. This gave ten distinct
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31 tones, each one standing for a vowel. The piper shifts from one vowel tone to
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32 another with lightning gracing notes in distinct sound patterns. These gracings
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33 sound remarkably like constants.
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34 In the old language, the unseen piper spoke in the language of the
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35 canntaireachd to Rory.
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36
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37 "Long have I searched to find you
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38 Long are the days I searched for you
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39 Long are the nights without you
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40 Long are the years that you were gone
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41 Long was the way to come to you
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42 Long will the years be before I am gone.
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43
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44 SORROW IS MINE WITHOUT YOU YOU MUST RETURN TO ME
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45 SORROW IS YOURS WITHOUT ME I MUST RETURN TO YOU
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46 SORROW ALONE WILL DWELL WE MUST TOGETHER BE
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47 PREPARE YOURSELF FOR MY COMING FOR I SHALL COME TO YOU
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48
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49 long have i searched to find you
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50 long has the way been for me
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51 long have i searched to find you
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52 long have you been far from me
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53 prepare for i come to find you
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54 prepare for you will come to me
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55
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56 The pipes cut off abruptly. Rory smiled a quiet smile, then rose and went down
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57 to the bank of the pool. He stripped off his clothing and made a small pile
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58 on the bank. He placed his skean dubh
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59 on top of the pile then plunged into the icy pool.
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60 Chilled nearly to the bone, he heard another splash behind him. Turning, he
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61 beheld -- his own face. The stranger coming toward him was himself --
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62 with a slight difference. Rory had a beard and hair of light red, the
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63 stranger had hair and beard of black. The stranger moved nearer, then
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64 Rory neither saw nor felt any more.
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65
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66 A stranger, had one been present, would have seen a strange sight. Two
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67 men, one with black hair and beard, one with red-blond hair and beard
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68 entered the pool. A single man left--
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69 his hair was dark with reddish highlights, his beard redder, but still
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70 dark. Of the two that entered, there was no trace. Our observer, had
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71 one been present, would be hard pressed to explain the **blurring** of the
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72 two and emergence of only one.
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73
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74 The dark man walked slowly from the pool. Two piles of clothing lay upon
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75 the bank. He picked a linen blouse from a pile, then slid it over his
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76 head. Taking a large rectangle of softly woven wool, he pleated it on the
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77 ground over a heavy belt, lay on it and folded it over himself. He buckled
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78 the belt and arose. A cairngorm brooch held the trailing end of the belted
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79 plaid to his left shoulder. He finished dressing, then bent over and touched
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80 a small pile of discards, left from both. He smiled softly, picked up a
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81 handsome stand of silver-mounted pipes, placed them under his right arm,
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82 then walked softly out of the glade. He winded the pipes, and went
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83 downstream, his step light, music wafting before him.
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84
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85 -------------------------the piper---------------------------------------
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86
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87 It was the ranger Arvid rode homeward through the hills
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88 Among the shadowy shiverleafs, along the chiming rills.
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89 The dance weaves under the firethorn.
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90
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91 The night wind whispered round him with scent of brok and rue.
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92 Both moons rose high above him and hills aflash with dew.
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93 The dance weaves under the firethorn.
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94
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95 And dreaming of that woman who waited in the sun,
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96 He stopped, amazed by starlight, and so he was undone.
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97 The dance weaves under the firethorn.
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98
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99 For there beneath a barrow that bulked athwart a moon,
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100 The Outling folk were dancing in glass and golden shoon.
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101
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102 The Outling folk were dancing like water, wind and fire
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103 To frosty ringing harpstrings, and never did they tire.
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104 The dance weaves under the firethorn.
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105
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106 To Arvid came she striding from where she watched the dance,
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107 The Queen of Air and Darkness, with starlight in her glance.
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108
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109 With starlight, love and terror in her immortal eye,
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110 The Queen of Air and Darkness cried softly under sky:
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111
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112 "Light down, you ranger Arvid, and join the Outling folk.
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113 You need no more be human, which is a heavy yoke."
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114 The dance weaves under the firethorn.
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115
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116 He dared to give her answer: "I may do naught but run.
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117 A maiden waits me, dreaming in lands beneath the sun.
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118
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119 And likewise wait me comrades and tasks I would not shirk,
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120 For what is ranger Arvid if he lays down his work?
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121
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122 So wreak your spell, you Outling, and cast your wrath on me.
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123 Though maybe you can slay me, you'll not make me unfree."
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124 The dance weaves under the firethorn.
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125
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126 The Queen of Air and Darkness stood wrapped about with fear
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127 And northlight-flares and beauty.He dared not look to near.
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128
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129 Until she laughed like harpsong and said to him in scorn:
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130 "I do not need a magic to make you always mourn.
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131
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132 I send you home with nothing except your memory
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133 Of moonlight, Outling music, night breezes, dew and me.
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134
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135 And that will run behind you, a shadow on the sun,
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136 And that will lie beside you when every day is done.
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137
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138 In work and play and friendship your grief will strike you dumb
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139 For thinking what you are -- and -- what you might have become.
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140
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141 Your dull and foolish woman treat kindly as you can.
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142 Go home now, ranger Arvid, set free to be a man!"
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143 The dance weaves under the firethorn.
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144
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145 In flickering and laughter the Outling folk were gone.
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146 He stood alone by moonlight and wept until the dawn.
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147 The dance weaves under the firethorn.
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148 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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149 There was so much to learn, the properties and uses of stones, the
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150 uses of plants. How to read the runes, the cards, and now this new thing-
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151 the - he glanced at the book again- the "Book of Changes". When would it all
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152 end?
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153 He set the book back upon the shelf and prepared to leave for the Inn.
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154 No, wait! he said to himself, master will skin me for sure if I don't take
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155 Pam something for her trouble. He took down another book and read:
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156 For Colds & Rheums: take tea made from root, not bark, of sassafras tree.
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157 Alright, now where is it? Ah, there it is! So saying, he placed
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158 a packet in his pouch and replaced the book.
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159 Later, passing over the bridge, he stopped and stared downstream awhile.
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160 Before continueing on his way, he could not resist the impulse to face
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161 downstream and bow. "O bearer of the staff, be thou welcome!"
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162 Arriving at the Inn, he saw that it was somewhat less crowded than of late.
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163 Not seeing Pam or d, he left the tea with the Innkeeper.
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164 As he ate he wondered at his dreams of the previous night. At first he had
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165 been talking with Whisper Rose, but then as the dream continued, she vanished
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166 and other shapes appeared. A fierce Pegasus, rosy-hued Amber, and --
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167 a Monical? While he was not certain of their meaning, he suspected that they
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168 might be clues in his search. He still was not certain of her origins, she
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169 knew about his past and his master's, yet he could not bring her to mind
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170 when he searched the memories of those days. He hoped that things would
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171 become clearer soon.
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172 ..........................................the apprentice.....................
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173 For Leroy & friends, I have found a song that seems to have been
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174 written with them in mind. The tune is "Londonderry Air"
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175 The New Londonderry Air
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176
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177 Our Morris Miner's running out of petrol;
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178 The bomb is set to go at half past five;
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179 It's quarter past, and we're stuck here in traffic,
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180 I doubt that we'll get out of this alive.
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181
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182 The IRA has really blown it this time;
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183 This time I fear we've spread ourselves too thin.
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184 And when the bobbies come to clear the wreckage,
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185 On every Ulster face you'll see a narsty grin.
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186
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187 (sorry, but with all the poems & songs, I couldna resist!)
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188 ______________________________________Leonard________________________________
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189 #############################################################################
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190 PAM: Thanks for the kind words a disk or so back but I hardly ever leave
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191 anything anymore as the current mode the Inn seems to be in is of no in-
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192 terest to me. I much prefer the heated discussions of politics, religion
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193 and other subjects that shouldn't be discussed face to face.
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194 These current ramblings seem to be nothing more than an extension of D/D
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195 and I find those games foolish and very useless. I would like to see more
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196 valid information here and on the other boards rather than this childish
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197 prattle, sorry but that the way I feel.
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198 I will continue to monitor the activities here but doubt that I will have
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199 much to contribute toward the current drivell, hope there is a change soon
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200 as it is most dificult to get a line to the Inn anymore.
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201 Anyway Happy New Year to you and yours and I do hope your depression has
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202 abated.
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203 ################C.Y.M.##############################1/10/84 11:00 am#########
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204 !~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!
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205 The warm sun beamed down on the crowded marketplace. The exotic aromas
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206 and noisy hubbub assailed the senses. The small, wiry man lounged at the
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207 head of an alleyway. His one good eye scanned the jostling crown for a
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208 likely mark; a pocket to pick or a pursestring to cut.
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209 Suddenly, at his side a tall, khaki clad man appeared. The ferret-
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210 faced man nervously glanced from side to side trying to find escape from
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211 his nemisis. Inspector Salazar gazed intently at the one called Weasel.
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212 "Weasel, don't leave just yet. I need some information."
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213 "Ah Inspector, I'm just a humble laborer. I mind my own business."
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214 Salazar's eyes flashed with impatience; "
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215 "Tell me about the murder on the beach and anything you know about
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216 McKane." At the mention of 'McKane', fear flooded into the Weasel's eyes.
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217 "I know my rights--I don't have to talk with you." He turned to leave.
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218 Suddenly, Salazar's hand snaked out...grasping the Weasel by the throat.
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219 His feet dangled inches from the rough cobblestones. He beheld a terrible
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220 vision of the Inspector's face close to his. Salazar spoke softly as to a
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221 lover; "The only right you have is to talk to me; maybe then, you can keep
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222 your life. I have no time for games today. Give me what I want and you
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223 will be well paid."
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224 The Weasel sputtered; "Awk! Alright, just put me down." After being set
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225 down, the words tumbled out; "The murdered girl's name was Natasha. The
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226 word on the street is that one known as Ninja Loo Tau Foo murdered her.
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227 She was McKane's lover. As for McKane himself..." He looked at Salazar
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228 craftily, "That will cost you a thousand."
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229 Salazar reached into his pocked. "Weasel, this had better be good or
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230 I'll remove your other eye." He handed him a wad of bills. The Weasel
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231 passed him a powder blue envelope and without a word disappeared into the
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232 crowd. Inspector Salazar started to read as he walked through the market.
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233 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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234 My Dearest Mohammed;
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235 Success is at hand. We now have the old man. He's not as cute as the
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236 Dali Lama, but he'll do in a pinch. With our share of the ransom--Albania
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237 will soon be free.
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238 I haven't found a replacement for Pedro yet. (Heavy Sigh!) Also the
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239 dwarf has been kidnapped, but that's not important. The ringmaster of the
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240 Ukraine Travelling Circus gave me another in return for my favors.
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241 The ninja still threatens and may have killed Natasha. Petrov is still
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242 as weird as ever. God, what a zoo. How I miss you...
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243 --Serena--
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244 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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245 The Inspector strode purposefully into the police station. Espying his
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246 aide he barked out; "Start looking for someone known as the Ninja and pickup
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247 Mohammed Wassir, the crazy Albanian. IMMEDIATELY!"
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248 To himself..."Either I'll have some answers or we'll have Albanian goulash
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249 for dinner."
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250 !~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!Valinor!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!
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251
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252 Gary:
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253 I should introduce myself. I have the personnas of Mohammed, Serena,
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254 and Valinor. I really enjoy your work. The AP news story was a real gem.
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255 At times I'm hard put to keep up with the plot twists, but I love it.
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256 Now for the question, why did you kill off Natasha. Not griping, just
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257 curious.
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258 Mike Bigham
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259 *****************************************************************************
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260 :*************************************************************:
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261
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262 Mike:
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263
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264 Pleased to meet you. Thanks for the praise...always a
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265 appreciated. Obviously I'm a great fan of your work as well.
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266
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267 I've also become a fan of Valinor. I love the way he
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268 transitioned the McKane adventure into a different format. I
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269 also appreciate the Bogart influence...nice touch.
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270
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271 I, too, have trouble keeping up with the plot twists. That's
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272 OK, though, it's all part of the experimental medium.
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273
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274 I killed Natasha for two reasons:
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275
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276 1) I screwed up when I made her mentally ill. To maintain
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277 my credibility I need to keep my mental health and
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278 fantasy stuff totally separate. I was correcting an
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279 error in judgement.
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280
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281 2) I was trying to keep the plot moving. I've noticed that
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282 one of the pitfalls of multiple authored fantasy is
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283 that it's real easy to get bogged down in
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284 characterization or descriptive passages.
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285
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286 By killing Natasha I was trying to open up a new
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287 dimension of the plot. From the description of the
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288 investigation of Natasha's death it seems to have worked.
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289
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290 The AP story was another effort to get the action
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291 moving. Hopefully it will open up another dimension of
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292 the adventure and keep it from getting bogged down.
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293
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294 So much for now. Want to close by acknowledging how much I've
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295 enjoyed having Mohammed & cronies to bounce my imagination
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296 off. LeRoy wouldn't have survived without you.
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297
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298 Gary
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299
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300 :************************************************************:
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302 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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303
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304 I WAKE COVERED WITH SWEAT, AND THE FOUL STINK OF FEAR PERMEATES THE
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305 ROOM. I HAD A DREAM, ONLY PARTS OF WHICH I REMEMBER, AND A BATTLE FOR THE
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306 POSSESSION OF MY SOUL. AND THE FACE OF THE MAN I FOUGHT WITH....IS KNOWN TO
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307 ME SOMEHOW....YES, AS I REMEMBER, HIS NAME IS MIDER. BUT FROM WHERE DO I
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308 KNOW HIM, AND HOW CAME HE TO INHABIT MY DREAM?
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309
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310 AS I ARISE FROM MY BED, I REALIZE THAT I AM MUCH WEAKER THAN I HAD IM-
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311 AGINED, FOR I SWAY AND MUST CATCH AT THE BEDPOST TO PREVENT A FALL. IF THE
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312 ROOM WOULD ONLY STOP SPINNING...
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313
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314 AH, THAT IS BETTER. AT LEAST MY BROW IS COOLER, THE FEVER HAVING BROK-
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315 EN DURING MY SLEEP. BUT I HAVE NO VIGOR, NO STRENGTH, AND I THINK THAT I
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316 WOULD BE FOOLISH TO ATTEMPT TO GO TO THE INN THIS DAY. PERHAPS IT WOULD BE
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317 BEST FOR ME TO STAY AT HOME AND TAKE CARE OF MY HEALTH.
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318
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319 LOOKING OUT MY WINDOW, I SEE THAT THE COLD AND FOG OF THE EVENING PAST
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320 HAS TURNED TO RAIN TODAY. IT IS DREARY AND DEPRESSING, PERHAPS TO MATCH MY
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321 MOOD OF LATE, AND THE GREYNESS OF THE SKY IS NO GREYER THAN MY OWN MOOD. I
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322 SEE THAT THERE HAVE BEEN SOME MESSAGES LEFT UPON MY STEP, AND OPENING THE
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323 DOOR TO READ THEM MAY GIVE ME SOME NEW AIR TO RELIEVE THE VAPORS. AH, DEAR
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324 CISTOP LEAVES A COMPLIMENT, AND A COMMISERATION. SURELY NO INN HAS SUCH A
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325 KEEPER, ONE WHOSE CONCERN FOR HIS CUSTOMERS IS AS DEEP AS A DOTING PARENT!
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326
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327 A COMMENT FROM AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE, FRIEND CYM, WHICH CAUSES A SMILE TO
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328 CROSS MY FACE MOMENTARILY. HE WISHES FOR THE OLD DAYS, WHEN RESOUNDING DE-
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329 BATE ECHOED THROUGH THE HALLS OF THE INN, WISHES PERHAPS FOR A RETURN TO
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330 THOSE TIMES. THEY MAY ONE DAY RETURN, BUT THE CURRENT POLICIES IN FAVOUR IN
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331 THE INN IS MORE LIKE DAYS LONG PAST. THEN I WAS BUT A HUSHED AND RESPECTFUL
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332 OBSERVER IN THE DARK CORNERS. WHEN CHANGE CAME, AND I HAD MASTERED THE IN-
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333 TRICACIES HERE, I JOINED IN. BUT AS HAPPENS THROUGHOUT LIFE AND THE WORLD,
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334 CHANGE CAME AGAIN, AND THE INN TOOK ON THE APPEARANCE OF OLDER TIMES. I'LL
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335 JOIN IN THE FRAY, NO MATTER THE STYLE, SINCE I TRY TO ADAPT AND FIT IN NO
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336 MATTER WHAT (SHORT OF VIOLATING MY OWN ETHICAL POSITIONS). AND DRIVEL, LIKE
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337 SO MUCH ELSE IN LIFE, IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER. GOOD CYM, REMEMBER THE
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338 WORDS OF THAT FAMED PHILOSOPHER, THEODORE STURGEON, WHO SAID:
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339
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340 "99% OF EVERYTHING IS CRAP!"
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341
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342 AND A FINAL LETTER, FROM AN APPRENTICE, WHICH INCLUDES A REMEDY FOR
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343 AILMENTS AND INFECTIONS! INDEED, A THOUGHFUL AND GRACIOUS YOUNG MAN IS HE
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344 WHO WOULD THINK SO KINDLY OF ONE HE ONLY KNOWS IN PASSING. THE MASTER MUST
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345 TEACH THE APPRENTICE WELL, AND IN WAYS OF GENTLE LIFE AS IN HIS APPOINTED
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346 TRADE. I WILL THANK HIM WHEN NEXT I GET THE CHANCE AT THE INN.
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347
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348 THESE EPISTLES HAVE DONE MUCH TO STRENGTHEN ME, MORE THAN I WOULD HAVE
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349 THOUGHT POSSIBLE FROM SIMPLE PIECES OF PAPER. BUT IT IS NOT THE PAPER THAT
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350 HELPS ME, BUT THE THOUGHTS OF THOSE THAT HAVE CARED ENOUGH TO CREATE THEM.
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351 THE WARMTH OF THEIR CARING IS STILL WITHIN ME AS I LOOK UP AND OUT THROUGH
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352 MY YARD TO BEHOLD THE GATE THAT WAS NEW THE NIGHT BEFORE. WHAT I SEE NOW
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353 CHILLS ME AGAIN, FOR THE GATE IS GONE, SMASHED INTO MANY SHARDS, AND SPREAD
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354 ABOUT THE YARD AS THOUGH BY A GREAT FORCE. I TURN BACK TO ENTER MY HOME,
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355 AND I AM SHOCKED TO SEE THAT ONE OF THE PIECES OF THE GATE, ITS POINT SHARP-
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356 ENED AND KNIFELIKE, IS BURIED IN THE HARD WOOD OF THE DOOR LIKE A SPEAR. IT
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357 HOLDS A TORN CLOTH OF MANY COLOURS, UPON WHICH IS WRITTEN A MESSAGE IN AN
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358 INK BLACKER THAN THE HEART OF A TAX COLLECTOR:
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359
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360 "Know ye, O woman, that my love can be sweeter than life itself,
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361 Grand as the best of wines, eternal and without surcease;
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362 More intoicating than the best ale of Inisfail
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363 Is what I would offer you.
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364
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365 "But you that would deny me, prevent me my due,
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366 Steal my heart and then fly to you petty mortal dealings;
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367 You fill me with rage, passion beyond compare!
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368 In your small mind, beware my wrath, for none can deny me!"
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369
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370 SHUTTING MY DOOR, I REALIZE THAT I WILL INDEED GO TO THE INN TODAY, AND
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371 I THINK THAT I WILL SPEND THE NIGHT THERE. SUDDENLY, MY HOME IS FRIGHTENING
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372 TO ME, A PLACE ALIEN AND VIOLATED BY A POWER I DON'T UNDERSTAND. I HOPE MY
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373 GOOD FRIEND d WILL BE THERE, HER WIT IS SUCH A COMFORT.
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374
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375 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]PAM.[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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376
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377 To the inspector:
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378 I am giving you a warning to back off the Natasha case. The Ninja have no
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379 cause to kill the likes of you but don't like anyone who asks questions. We are many and our fanaticism can easily
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380 over come you.
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381 Ninja Loo Tau Foo
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382 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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383 !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
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384 WELL d, IT LOOKS LIKE IT'S OFF FOR WEDNESDAY EVENING, BECAUSE MY MODEM IS GOING FOR A RIDE. UNLESS
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385 YOUR HOME IS AVAILABLE OR YOU WANT TO BRING YOUR SETUP HERE. I'M LEAVING THIS SAME MESSAGE ON YOUR
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386 ELECTRONIC MAILBOX, SO THAT ONE WAY OR ANOTHER YOU'LL GET IT.
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387
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388 CYM: I'M WITH YOU ON THE DEBATES AND SUCH, BUT I ALSO EONJOY A GOOD STORY, THOUGH FANTASY IS OF NO
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389 INTEREST TO ME. FIND A TOPIC AND I'LL TRY TO GIVE YOU A RUN FOR YOUR MONEY.
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390
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391 AMR. VALERUS: AM REQUESTING MORE INFO ON GET TOGETHER MENTIONED ON PREVIOUS DISK.
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392
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393 ALL: FOR LACK OF A BETTER WORD, HELLO.
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394 !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?DEBORAH?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
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395
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396 /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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397 G.T-
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398 Where have you been? Been on many of the bulletin boards lately?
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399 //////////////////////////////////////////Jen///////////////////////////
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400 He wasn't used to speaking other than the nonsense songs he'd
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401 sung back to the birds and the animal imitations he'd used. He had talked
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402 to the ground hogs, but they weren't much for conversation. He scranbled out
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403 of the bushes, wrapping his arms in a bone crunching hug around Ben's neck.
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404 "Where we going?"
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405 "Home."
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406 Marc was all arms reaching for knobs in the cockpit as Ben firmly
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407 strapped him into the crash webbing. "Excited?" But Marc had no answer,
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408 he was busy fingering the catch on the web. Ben didn't need an answer
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409 anyway.
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410 "Sleep now, little one, it's a long ride." Ben directed. The
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411 speeder rose noiselessly straight up until Ben was sure that he was
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412 high enough that his passing would not disturb any of the other children
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413 in the vast, rolling plains. After the morning's exertions, even the
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414 excitement of being in the speeder was no competition to the warmth
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415 and comfort of the crash couch. As if triggered by Ben's words, he
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416 dropped immediately into a deep sleep.
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417 ------------------------------daver-----------------------------------
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418
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419 SALIZAR:
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420 tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick.....
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421
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422 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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423
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424 AA7 ACK ZULU NOVEMBER
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425 PRIORITY ALPHA
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426 STRATEGIC AIR COMMAND
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427 SINCSAC HQ BRAVO
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428
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429 SOURCES SHOW ALBANIAN MILITIA MOBILIZED. SOVIETS HAVE GONE TO
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430 STAGE TWO ALERT. SCRAMBLE ALL BOMBERS, REPEAT SCRAMBLE ALL
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431 BOMBERS. THIS IS NO TEST. REPEAT THIS IS NO TEST. MCKANE HAS
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432 MOVED OUT. SATELLITE RECON SHOWS AIRCRAFT CROSSING INTO ALBANIAN
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433 AIR SPACE. AGENTS MOBILIZED TO INTERCEPT. REPORT READINESS.
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434
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435 AUTHENTICATION AA7-1001
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436 GENERAL MACAIBO
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437 ......................................................................
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438
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439
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440
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441 repeating message....
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442 To ONE AND ALL:
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443 FIRST SEMI-NOCTURNAL
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444 BACKWATER INNCOUNTER
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445 -and-
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446 AMATEUR DEBAUCH
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447
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448 28 JANUARY 1984
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449 *LIGHT BEVERAGES &GOODIES
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450 *ALL AGES AND ALTEREGOS WELCOME
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451 6PM PRELIMINARY INNCOUNTER (GET OUT HERE)
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452 6:30 PM MELEE AT THE BRIDGE (CARPOOL TO WASH. SQ. HYDROTUBES)
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453 9:00 PM PARTYING IN EARNEST
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454
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455 LANDLINE 642-xxxx DO IT!
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456
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457 ****************** CONTREMON VALERIUS ********************************
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458 PS...REPLYS APPRECIATED FOR PLANNING BUT NOT NECESSARY.
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459 JODY TAYLOR
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460 HELLO. HOW ARE YOU DOING? DO YOU LEAVE
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461 MESSAGES VERY OFTEN ON THIS SYSTEM? I
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462 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
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463 AS I ENTERED THE INN, I AM OVERCOME BY AN AMAZING SIGHT. INSTEAD OF THE
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464 INDIVIDUALITY THAT IS COMMON HERE, THE PEOPLE SEEM TO BE GATHERED IN ONLY THREE
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465 GROUPS. THE LARGEST, WHICH ATTRACTS THE ATTENTION OF THE INNKEEPER, CONSISTS
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466 OF MANY PEOPLE RECOUNTING ADVENTURES BOTH REALISTIC AND FANCIFUL. I STOP
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467 TO LISTEN, BUT KNOW I AM NOT UP TO THE STANDARDS OF THIS GROUP. ANY ATTEMPT
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468 TO CONTRIBUTE WOULD BE RIDICULOUS. I MOVE ON TO A SECOND GROUP, WHICH ARE
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469 DISCUSSING MATTERS IN HUSHED TONES, WITH MANY REFERENCES TO FOREIGN COUNTRIES
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470 OF WHICH I KNOW LITTLE. THIS IS NOT MY FORTE, EITHER, SO I INVESTIGATE THE LAST
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471 AND SMALLEST ONE. TOPICS FLOWING HERE ARE QUITE REALISTIC, BUT ARE FEW AND
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472 RIDDEN WITH LARGE WORDS BEYOND MY KEN. I SIT IN AWE OF THE OBVIOUS POWER AND
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473 KNOWELDGE OF THESE PEOPLE, BUT AM AT A LOSS AT WHAT TO DO.
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474 I MOVE TO AN UNOCCUPIED SECTION OF THE INN, WISHING FOR SOME DISCUSSION
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475 OF TOPICS BOTH REAL AND NOT, THAT A SIMPLE, UNTALENTED PERSON CAN ENTER.
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476 IN A MOMENTARY FIT OF MADNESS, I STAND UP AND CRY,
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477 "WHO DO YOU LIKE FOR THE 1984 PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION?"
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478 AS I PERCIEVE THE COLD STARES OF THE PARTONS, I WONDER WHAT THE RESULTS OF
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479 MY ACTION WILL BE............
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480 JONATHAN CHANCE
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481 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
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482 AFTER LEAVING A MESSAGE (AN INVITATION) WITH THE INNKEEPER FOR THE
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483 APPRENTICE. WHISPER STUFFED HER GARMENTS IN HER WORN RUCKSACK PUT HER
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484 LEATHERS ON AND STRAPPED HER DUREUM MACE TO HER FOREARM WHERE HIDDEN
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485 BY THE SLEEVE IT WAS INSTANTLY AVAILABLE AT NEED. WITH A GRATEFUL NOD TO
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486 THE INNKEEP SHE SETTLED HER TAB AND CROSSING THE BRIDGE TOOK TO THE WOODS
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487 MOVING UPSTREAM. MOVING SILENTLY IN THE PRACTICED MANNER OF AN EXPERIENCED
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488 THIEF SHE SLID ALMOST INVISIBLY FROM DAPPLED SHADOW TO DAPPLED SHADOW.
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489 WHO KNEW WHAT SHE WOULD FIND UP THIS TINY TRIBUTARY. PERHAPS A GIANT OR
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490 SOME WIZARDS LONELY KEEP, WHERE SHE COULD LIBERATE A FEW "SMALL" COINS
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491 OR SOME OLD AND MUSTY TOME TO GIVE TO HER MASTER. NOT MENTIONING OF
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492 COURSE HOW SHE HAD COME BY IT.
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493
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494 **********************************PROSPERO'S APPRENTICE*********************
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495 LEONARD,
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496 YOUR GETTING OFF THE TRACK. JUST BECAUSE I USE THE PERSONA OF ONE OF
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497 MY CHARACTERS DOESN'T MEAN I SHARE IT'S SEX OR IT'S VIEWPOINT. THINK
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498 WHO DO YOU KNOW WHO JUST GOT A COMPUTER LATELY. BY THE WAY, I CHECKED
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499 WITH THE WISE OLD MANAGER OF THAT REPOSITORY OF WELL THUMBED BOOKS YOU
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500 MENTIONED AND HE HAD HEARD NOTHING OF THE SCROLL.
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501
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502 ****************************PROSPERO'S APPRENTICE*************S.S*********
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503 !~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
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504 Night visions of men dressed in black scuttling through the night
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505 plagued the sleep of Salazar...He awoke in darkness to find his sheets
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506 soaked in sweat...His heart full of apprension. Though a man not given
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507 to fear, he knew he would face Death's grinning visage soon enough. He
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508 also knew that if perchance he might survive...He would experience an
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509 exhileration known to few mortals...
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510 BEWARE...Those who threaten, I have faced death before and
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511 not turned aside. I come for you...
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512 !~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!Valinor!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
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513
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514 ################################################################################
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515 VOTE NO FOR
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516 PRESIDENT
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517 KEEP THE WHITE
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518 HOUSE EMPTY FOUR
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519 MORE YEARS !!!!!!!!
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520
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521 ##############C.Y.M.#################################1/11/84 12:30am############
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522 This is BIG BROTHER here! I've have been watching you! You are
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523 all guilty of thought crimes! We know where you live! You will
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524 be arrested and sent to deprogramming! Give yourselves to BIG
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525 BROTHER! That is all!
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526 Citizens......do The Pony!
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527 """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
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528 The President is not real, but what of the sales tax
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529 """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
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530 off
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531 So it IS you, Steve.
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532 ((((((((((((((((((Sam))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
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533 Milady Pam:
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534 Why dost thou think that the arts healing are not part of my training? Though
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535 it is true that they are not the main thrust, they are still part of what I must
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536 learn.
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537 I am not yet skilled enough to aid in the current matter, but I am sure that my
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538 master could be of aid.
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539 .............
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540 He looked at the letter again, sighed, and tossed it into the fire. Some things
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541 are better said face-to-face... He got up and walked over to
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542 Pam's table.
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543 When she looked up he said, "Milady Pam? May I speak with thee?
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544 ................................the apprentice..................................
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545
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546 JONATHAN: OK, SINCE I'M ALREADY WOUND UP IN THE OTHER GROUPS, I MIGHT
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547 AS WELL SHOUT BACK ACROSS THE INN AT YOU, ALSO. COLD STARE NO. 1 MIGHT
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548 BE TO ANSWER "NOBODY!", BUT WHAT FUN WOULD THAT BE? SO I'LL PARRY
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549 AND THRUST THE FOLLOWING:
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550
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551 I say keep Ronnie around. He may be an ...hole, but at least he
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552 seems to be having some effect! It's time the American people showed
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553 that they can get behind Something.
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554
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555 Crouching before the Backlash, ............. General Macaibo...
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556 ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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557
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558 "Ah, good day, Mr. Valerius." The dwarf smiled from his cushioned
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559 divan. "Thank you so much for the weekend. I had a wonderful time."
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560 he mumbled as one of the hostesses popped another grape into his mouth.
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561 "But I fear I must be getting back."
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562
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563 "Certainly, Phillipe." The tall figure smiled. His white dinner
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564 jacket was folded over one arm, concealing the hand. Phillipe glanced
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565 suspiciously. "Are you planning to be near Marakesh? I might have
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566 a job for you." Contremon smiled, and pulled on the jacket. No weapons
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567 showed, and Phillipe relaxed.
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568 "Why, yes, monsieur. I will be meeting a friend."
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569 "Excellent, my friend, excellent. There is a man in Marakesh. His
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570 name is Salizar. I have been informed that he is in danger." Valerius
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571 removed a roll of currency from his jacket pocket, along with what
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572 appeared to be a key, a large, ornate gold key. He placed the key quickly
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573 back into his jacket, and handed the currency to the dwarf. "Take this,
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574 my private jet is waiting on the runway. You must be in Marakesh tonight.
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575 Go to Salizar, for tonight there will be an attempt on his life, and you
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576 must be there to stop it, my friend. Only your talents will suffice
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577 this night." With that he strode out of the room. The dinner guests
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578 awaited, and this was a special evening. He fingered the key as he
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579 descended the stairs.
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580
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581 ************************Contremon Valerius***************************
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582 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
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583 I'm afraid I'm going to have to agree with CYM on
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584 the presidential choice. We really don't have anyone
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585 who I fell could do a better job at this time, sad as
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586 that may be.
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587 Bo
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588 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
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589 HELP!
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590
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591 SIGNED:
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592 JASON BROOKS
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593 -------------......
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594 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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595 CYM & BO: WHAT ABOUT JASON BROOKS. HE
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596 SEEMS TO HAVE THE SITUATION SUMMED UP
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597 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
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598 Alas fair winds and home port in sight but no moorage < Captn' Barefoot >
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599 ########################################
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600 There are many people that come to mind that are not only quallified but extremely electable
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601 alas the problem is to gey them to run for the office. I really can't blame them for not
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602 wanting to run as it seems to be a thankless job in the long run no matter what yoyur political
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604 affiliation. It used to be that they waited til you and your imediate family had all
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605 passed over, then it was when you had gone
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606 now there are no holds bared and the muck rakers are at it from every angle.
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607 What we need is a purely non-payed political
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608 group in Washington and our state houses and a time limit on their tenure. Take the profit out of the game and we might get
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609 some responsible people to run for office. Of course they would be on a flat rate per-diem to
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610 cover the everyday expenses but not a penny more. The private assets, if any would be
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611 frozen for the duration of their term.
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612 Lets get a discussion going on this idea, who knows it might help, it certainly won't hurt.
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613
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614 #################C.Y.M.##############################1/12/84 10:39 am###########
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615 Now back to drive 'A'
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616 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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617
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618 A VERY INTERESTING CONCEPT, CYM. BY TAKING AWAY THE PROFIT MOTIVE YOU
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619 WOULD CERTAINLY ELIMINATE THOSE WHOSE INTEREST IN POLITICS WAS MOTIVATED BY
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620 GREED. HOWEVER, YOU WOULDN'T LOSE THOSE WHOSE POLITICAL DESIRE CAME FROM A
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621 NEED FOR POWER OVER OTHERS. BY TAKING AWAY ANY CHANCE FOR PROFIT, YOU MIGHT
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622 RESTRICT POLITICAL OFFICE TO ONLY THOSE WHO COULD AFFORD TO TAKE 4 YEARS OFF
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623 TO DEVOTE TO SUCH THINGS. "THE SELLING OF THE PRESIDENCY" DESCRIBES HOW DE-
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624 CISIONS IN OFFICE CAN BE MOTIVATED BY PROMISES FROM LARGE CORPORATIONS TO
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625 PROVIDE MONEY OR EMPLOYMENT AFTER THAT INDIVIDUAL'S TERM IS ENDED. IT SEEMS
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626 TO ME THAT THIS SORT OF BEHAVIOR MIGHT BE ENCOURAGED BY YOUR PLAN. IS THERE
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627 ANY WAY OUT OF THIS PROBLEM THAT YOU CAN SEE? OOPS, I'M OUT OF SPACE!
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628
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629 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]PAM+[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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